Just writeing

I just want to die
To feel the blade scraping
To feel the noose tightening
To know the pain will not hurt anymore
The thought of death was caused by 2
The first thoughts by and old friend
It was urged by a love
The love started unwell
Soon enough a slit or two hear a slit or two there
The urge in creased with every fight
With in the time the tears will stop
With in the time the blood will stop
Laying next to me will be your
With the start from a love and end with blood i will always love u even when I'm dead.
cobrey